Category Archives: Aging

Better Than

Posted on March 3, 2024 by sputterpub

Although I didn’t sleep enough last night(awake from 3 to 5, I read a lot),and though I had a headache near my right-side temple, I’m discovering I’m notperforming poorly. Finding that I’ve gotsufficient stamina for exercise,sufficient brain and less of … Continue reading →

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More Ocean Breathing

Posted on March 2, 2024 by sputterpub

A bladder of burlap has settled on shore,a sandbag that’s lost all its fill.With each ebbing wave it’s inflated once more –then breakers deplete it untilit’s flattened on sand and conforming to floor.So I am inspiring, withdrawing, to spillmy exhalation … Continue reading →

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Pro Anxiety

Posted on February 28, 2024 by sputterpub

Her meanness can’t be keeping her alive,but maybe it’s the boon anxietyunmedicated prompting her to thrive.Last night I screened a documentaryon Xanax and its kind, that let me seedisquiet triggers minds to process more,while meds depress the brain’s activity,and steady … Continue reading →

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Slow and Gentle

Posted on February 26, 2024 by sputterpub

I think I might have balanced overlongon my left leg (I wobble since the dayI misstepped on my stairs – I’m not as strongon port as starboard), for it’s with dismayI sense an ache in hip, a twinge that’s wrongin … Continue reading →

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A Hill

Posted on February 24, 2024 by sputterpub

Ahead of me the asphalt arrows, steep,appearing nearly vertical. I ridethe flat approach a little scared, but keepon pedaling – I’m fit and fortifiedby habit, knowing push-and-pull appliedrepeatedly – just fast enough to stayupright – will take me up a … Continue reading →

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Top o’ the Walk

Posted on February 19, 2024 by sputterpub

With all the ways to amble to the store,the prettiest includes a two-block hill.It isn’t steep – my vigor can endureit, but most days I’d rather skip it. Still,the view is worth the effort, and what’s more,I’ll bus home laden … Continue reading →

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At One

Posted on February 17, 2024 by sputterpub

A life unshared, somebody once opined,describes a life unlived. That gave me pause.I then was twice-divorced and not inclinedto think a third time charming, for the flawsin marriage one and two were no doubt mine –indeed, my exes each espoused … Continue reading →

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The Ice Vignette

Posted on February 16, 2024 by sputterpub

Sam wanted water from the fridge, and notthe tap with ice cubes that I offered him.The bottle was too buried to be got,and I declined to cater to his whim.“Just get some cubes,” I said. Then Lila triedto open up … Continue reading →

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Getting Down

Posted on February 12, 2024 by sputterpub

My mother can’t get down upon the floor,and up again is even harder still.She’s 98 – you’re 70 plus 4 –the exercise is not a test of skill.It takes exertion that needs more of willthan sinew. Don’t surrender easily.Make up-and-down … Continue reading →

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Owning the Outing

Posted on February 9, 2024 by sputterpub

An atmospheric river, says the news.My mother, brother, buddies second that.If I were you I’d stay home, they enthuse,but I’m determined I will venture out.The bus and train are running – I can usethem and my feet to visit some … Continue reading →

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